i can still hear the voices
the words they used
to describe me
to describe my body
how they burned into my skin
the first time i heard them
what i didn't know is
they were just sparks
and they would burst into flames
which are still burning my soul
until this day
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Well, shit.
PoetrySome thoughts I write down when I feel like it. I don't think you can call it poetry. It's just multiple sentences next to each other in one context. I feel like shit most of the time and think about way to many thoughts at once, so these present...
